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SCOTT

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Have fun

The words shuffled around in my brain as Robert passed the hat to Eric. That and the taste of Mandy's strawberry lip balm. They were the last words Mandy said to me before she and the rest of the women walked out the door to the rooms they had drawn. I sat there with a card in my hand as Eric grabbed one from the hat, then Manny and, finally, Glenn. I took a breath and lifted the card up in my palm, shading it like a poker hand as I peaked underneath my fingers.

1221

My own room

"One more shot before we depart?" Robert asked. Nobody was turning that down, although some of us were less than thrilled with his choice of fireball. "Ariel loves cinnamon. And one of you lucky men will get to surprise her with that taste on your lips."

What a gentleman

We each filed, one after the other, giving the person in front of us a minute or two head start. Manny and I were the last ones, watching Robert and Eric nervously fidgeting and shifting in their seats until it was their turns.

"Well this was a pleasant surprise tonight," Manny said. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"This is the last situation I would have expected us to be in based on just about everything that's happened so far this trip."

"Well, let's make the best of it, shall we?" He gestured for me to be the next to go. I grabbed my phone and stood up, gazing around at the empty restaurant, then headed out the door.

By the time I made it out to the pool area, I couldn't see any of the other guys. They must have all made it inside already. Maybe even, well, inside.

It was a familiar walk. I couldn't help but notice a couple enjoying the pool together as I entered the open outdoor space. The woman smiled and waved at me. I tried my best to do the same but I felt as if I was almost floating. Everything was a bit of blur. The lights seemed to have an extra glare. The soft guitar music playing from the speakers seemed to echo. The short distance from the restaurant to my hotel room seemed to stretch on like something from Alice in Wonderland. I tried to control my breathing as I paced the few steps to my destination.

Finally, I got to my room. I looked at the door, down to the keypad, then took a deep breath. Slowly I pressed the card to the pad.

The red light turned green.

The lock "clicked" open.

I pressed the handle down, took another quick deep breath, and pushed the door in.

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MANDY

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I couldn't believe my luck. My own room. I wouldn't have to go anywhere after it was all over. I could shower in my shower right away, get dressed in my pajamas (or not), and relax in the bed I would fall asleep in until my husband came back from... well, fucking one of the other beautiful women at the table. Or me, I suppose. There was a one-in-five chance he'd draw his own card as well. Why am I doing math right now?

"Alright, ladies," Mia said, looking around the table. "Let's head out."

The men watched in silence as the women stood up and walked out of the restaurant to the open pool area. We were all about to go our separate ways when Mia piped up.

"So," she said, stopping us all in our tracks. "Is there anything we should know about your men. Anything that gets them going?"

Everyone looked around the circle at each other, a hint of trepidation on their faces.

"Oh, come on, we need to help us girls out!" Mia said. "OK, I'll start. Glenn likes it if you stick a little finger in the booty."

She held up her pinky for emphasis. "Just the tip. Don't go too far. And definitely no thumbs."

The girls laughed, cutting through some of the tension.

"Scott is really good at oral," I offered. "Like, really, really good."

Eyebrows raised around the circle as the girls seemingly imagined my husband burying his face between their legs.

"Robert loves his abs and pecs," Ariel chimed in. "He's really proud of them. I rub them during foreplay and it drives him wild."

"Good to know!" Mia said with joy. "Now we are getting it, girls! OK, Madeline, what about Eric."

"Hmmm..." Madeline thought for a moment then said, "He loves a good, sloppy blowjob. Really go at it, cup his balls, he'll melt in your hands... and your mouth."

Everyone turned to Dora.

"Manny loves foreplay," she said. "He might take a while to get to where you ultimately want him to go but, trust me, be patient. It will all be worth it."

"I can second that," I said.

"OK, then," Mia said. "Let's get to it!"

Luckily our room was just a few steps away. I stopped at the door, watching the women disperse up the stairs and down the exterior walkways to the rooms they had selected. Madeline strolled up next to me. She must have drawn Dora's room.

"Have fun," she said. She disappeared into the room before I could reply. I pressed my card key to the lock and pushed the door open, exhaling forcefully as I stepped inside.

Drawing my own room didn't only come with the perk of not having to go anywhere once we were done. Home field advantage here meant that I had all my clothes here, including the extensive lingerie sets I had brought to show off for Scott, most of which, I hadn't even gotten around to wearing yet. I sorted through the various bras and thongs and teddies and bodysuits before settling on a green, lacy, silk teddy with a matching thong. The top was a bit snug, which I liked because it held my breasts together without having to wear a bra.

It also meant I had all my tools and amenities. I took full advantage, brushing and flossing my teeth, using my straightener to do my hair all fancy, and dabbing on just a bit of makeup. A million thoughts ran through my mind as I dolled myself up. Part of me was expecting to wake up from a dream. I still could barely believe this was happening. Everything had moved so fast the last few days. I went from being shy about taking off my top, to floozying around the nude beach, to fucking in front of strangers, to swinging with those same strangers, and now the tables had turned to where everyone else seemed to be unsure of themselves about something I felt very comfortable doing.

Was I really that comfortable, though?

I had just picked up my eyeliner when I heard the door open. I froze, listening intently for any signs of who it might be.

"I'll be right out!" I shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. "Make yourself comfortable." I brushed on a bit of the eyeliner then looked at myself in the mirror.

Hell yea

I turned to the door, reached for the handle, but the door opened inward.

"Hey, I said to make yourself-"

It was Scott.

Before I could even process that it was him, he was all over me. His body pressed to mine. His hands grabbed and groped at different parts of my body. His shirt came off. Then his pants. Then he pressed himself against me, the bulge of his wonderful cock pressing into my stomach. I swear I could feel heat radiating from it even through the cotton of his briefs and the silk of my nightie.

Those briefs didn't stay on long. With an aggression I wasn't used to, Scott turned me so I was facing the mirror and pulled down his underwear. My thong followed.

I bent over, resting my weight on my palms as they pressed against the fake marble countertop. Then Scott was inside me.

I couldn't believe how wet I was. He slid right in without a hint of resistance. My pussy pulsed, inviting him further. Less than a minute ago, I was dabbing my eyelashes. Now I was grunting and moaning as my husband pounded into me from behind.

I looked up into the mirror to see Scott staring back at me, his expression one of pure desire. His eyes dropped, admiring the way my breasts bounced about. He reached around and squeezed them, his fingertips wrestling with the lacy trim of my nightie.

"Oh my God, Scott," I moaned. I had finally composed myself enough to begin pushing back into him when he changed his angle of attack, driving his cock in more of an upward angle. My arms wobbled. I pressed a sweaty palm to the mirror. His hips started to crash into me faster, the sounds of our bodies colliding now joined by a wet, slapping noise.

That wetness grew as my orgasm built. Scott reached forward, his left hand grasping my shoulder. His right hand pressed on the small of my back, coaxing me into a deeper arch. I felt like I was floating, held up by my grip on the counter and the mirror, Scott's pounding thrusts inching me upward onto the balls of my feet.

Scott's right hand grabbed my ass, squeezing hard before he slipped it around and between my legs. My legs nearly buckled as his fingertips grazed my clit. My body tensed and stiffening for a moment, before giving into the crash of orgasmic bliss. Sweat trailed my palm as it began sliding downward. I pressed harder into the mirror, trying to keep the traction I needed to keep myself upright.

Suddenly I was turning around. Scott's hands gripped my hips as he guided me to face him. I couldn't even make eye contact before he kissed me. His tongue slid aggressively into my mouth. I let out a yelp, muffled in his throat as his hands squeezed my ass tight then lifted me up into the air. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, my ankles locking behind his back. I felt his cock pressing up into my taint, seemingly searching on its own for the entrance of my pussy. I adjusted myself in his arms, then let gravity pull me down onto him.

I moaned again as his cock filled me up. Scott's lips were relentless, pressing and sucking at mine, neither of us stopping for a breath. I felt the edge of the counter against my ass and I let myself down onto it.

"Oh god," I moaned, prying myself from Scott's embrace as he slid out then pushed back into me. Immediately, my lips were met again. Our tongues wrestled and thrashed as he pulled my hips to the edge of the counter to push himself in deeper. My hands grabbed the back of his head, my fingers combing through his hair as I held him tight.

Short, quick thrusts turned into long, deep pushes, each one ending with a grunt that echoed down my throat. His hands found my breasts, trembling fingers fumbled with the lacy trim. I leant him a hand, sliding the spaghetti thin straps off my shoulders. The tightness against my breasts held the cups up for a moment before Scott aggressively pulled them down.

I let out a gasp as Scott's hands grabbed at my breasts then a muffled squeal escaped my lips as his fingertips clamped down on my nipples. The nightie slumped to my waist, exposing my upper body completely.

I could feel myself building toward another climax. With every thrust, his cock swelled more, stretching my walls. My legs were aching, my thighs spread wide to invite him deeper while my ankles pulled him into me.

"Oh, fuck," he grunted. His body was trembling as he teetered on the edge.

"Cum for me," I moaned. His cock throbbed inside of me. "Cum for me, baby."

"Ugh," he grunted again. His hands tightened around my hips as he shuddered. He summoned all of his concentration into one more powerful thrust, driving deep into me as his body clenched up. Mine did the opposite, shaking and quaking through another orgasm. My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. My legs shook, and tensed, locking him into me.

"Fuck." Scott's lips brushed over mine as he groaned. "Fuck. Oh, fuck."

Suddenly, he pulled out. A gasp escaped my lips as he did, followed by a moan as I watched him stroke himself. With one more aggressive grunt, a long white ribbon of cum shot from the tip of his cock and landed on my stomach. Another followed, splashing the undersides of my breasts. Spurt after spurt launched and landed across my upper body, coating my tits before the last few trickles oozed from the tip of his cock and dripped onto my stomach.

Suddenly, he was done and he stood between my legs, breathing heavily as he gripped his deflating erection. We both looked at each other and it seemed that we realized at the exact same time that we hadn't even said a word to each other - other than a few grunts, groans, fucks and my coaxing of him to cum for me that is. We stayed that way in silence as we both caught our breath.

"I thought I told you to make yourself comfortable," I said, a grin forming on my lips.

"I know," Scott admitted. "But-" He took a few more deep breaths.

"What? Is everything OK?"

"Yea," he assured me. "It's just." He was seemingly running out of gas.

"It's OK," I said. "Why don't you tell me in the shower. I need to, umm, clean up a bit."